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driftfleet2016-10-04 07:03 pm
collegedropout) wrote in driftfleet2016-10-04 07:03 pm
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video. i hate sponsors, they're too meta.
Who: Sam Winchester
Broadcast: fleetwide (WOO SPONSOR)
Action: Red Fish
When: Now
[Sam has had a pretty uneventful month... despite it being half spent as a toddler. But, look, none of his friends have died lately and his brother isn't trying to stab himself in the neck (recently? shut up we're being positive about this!), and, like. Space has been alright. No complaints. So that's probably why something happens right when he doesn't expect it. Or want to expect it. Sam appears on the feed, standing in the Red Fish's cargo bay, looking completely unhappy with the stack of books that are delivered to him.
They look like this, if you cock your head to the side and squint:
And Sam is totally not enthused by receiving crates of them. He reads the sponsor drop list in a hushed voice to himself.]
"From one of our sponsors — traveling across the galaxy, we bring you one of the top hits of Earth's many dimensions — Supernatural! Join the journey of two okay-looking brothers as they travel the country and somehow pass for law officials... The whole series is available... Free amulet... and anti-demon possession tattoo... with every purchase..."
[............ EHEM. MORE DIRECTLY —
Enjoy him glowering.]
... There's no laws against air-locking a bunch of crap, right? Or can I burn it somewhere?
[Feel free to accidentally get a copy or find one misplaced by the sponsor drop — the book is essentially the first episode of the show.
And it's depressing in the last chapter, but whatever.
Meta thug life, Sam lives it.]
This picture still doesn't look anything like us, for the record. This is clearly Fabio's evil twin, come on.
[He's learned to be so over this whole thing, mmkay. He wanders while still scrutinizing the book.]
And I don't fight ghosts shirtless. Who the hell would fight ghosts shirtless...?
[THIS IS ANARCHY, WINCHESTERS WEAR AT LEAST 30 LAYERS OF PLAID.]
God, if they have Supernatural book conventions somewhere out here in space, I'm going to airlock myself.
Broadcast: fleetwide (WOO SPONSOR)
Action: Red Fish
When: Now
[Sam has had a pretty uneventful month... despite it being half spent as a toddler. But, look, none of his friends have died lately and his brother isn't trying to stab himself in the neck (recently? shut up we're being positive about this!), and, like. Space has been alright. No complaints. So that's probably why something happens right when he doesn't expect it. Or want to expect it. Sam appears on the feed, standing in the Red Fish's cargo bay, looking completely unhappy with the stack of books that are delivered to him.
They look like this, if you cock your head to the side and squint:
And Sam is totally not enthused by receiving crates of them. He reads the sponsor drop list in a hushed voice to himself.]
"From one of our sponsors — traveling across the galaxy, we bring you one of the top hits of Earth's many dimensions — Supernatural! Join the journey of two okay-looking brothers as they travel the country and somehow pass for law officials... The whole series is available... Free amulet... and anti-demon possession tattoo... with every purchase..."
[............ EHEM. MORE DIRECTLY —
Enjoy him glowering.]
... There's no laws against air-locking a bunch of crap, right? Or can I burn it somewhere?
[Feel free to accidentally get a copy or find one misplaced by the sponsor drop — the book is essentially the first episode of the show.
And it's depressing in the last chapter, but whatever.
Meta thug life, Sam lives it.]
This picture still doesn't look anything like us, for the record. This is clearly Fabio's evil twin, come on.
[He's learned to be so over this whole thing, mmkay. He wanders while still scrutinizing the book.]
And I don't fight ghosts shirtless. Who the hell would fight ghosts shirtless...?
[THIS IS ANARCHY, WINCHESTERS WEAR AT LEAST 30 LAYERS OF PLAID.]
God, if they have Supernatural book conventions somewhere out here in space, I'm going to airlock myself.
voice.
voice.
I prefer to not be exposed to the elements while I'm dealing with monsters, thanks.
voice.
voice.
Who are you, random shirtless stranger?
voice.
[ All said with a flair and much drama, of course. ]
The name's Zaveid.
voice.
You should take up a job here as an aerobics instructor. Shoot for the stars.
voice.
voice.
[Close enough, close enough, he'll get that at least, right.]
Some people need some inspiration to get, uh. A good bod.
[lmfao.]
voice.
voice.
voice.
voice.
You mean like Mikleo?
voice.
[ Then, louder; ]
Yeah, that's right. Like Meebo.
voice.
Meebo?
[That sounds like a terrible toy from the 90's, homie.]
voice.
voice.
Is this one he agreed on?
Because I feel like it probably wasn't.
voice.
voice.
voice.